Post by Nephthys on Dec 27, 2013 22:37:08 GMT -7
Rose Maceachthighearna
Female | Aries | Appears 15/16 | Silver Pocketwatch | No FC
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HairColor Brown EyeColor Hazel SkinTone Fair
Rose is a pale pixie. With a round face, narrow, mischievous eyes, and a smattering of freckles across a wide, flat nose—a decidedly un-Irish nose if ever there was one, though she hasn't an idea of where it's from—she's never without an air of supernatural mischief about her. She has a small frame: narrow shoulder, tiny wrists, and fingers easily snapped by someone bigger. Her eyes are a clear hazel, bordering on green in the sunlight when her pupils have dilated and the green overtakes the surrounding ring of brown. She's never really known self-consciousness; she's never though her eyelashes too short or her eyes too wide-set. Sure, she's found her hair impossible, what with the waves and the frizz and the mess, but that's no reason to cut it. Despite her flat, bony, boyish figure, Rose stands confident even next to the tall, pretty women.
Rose isn't exactly a snappy dresser. Her perception of the intervals of time between baths and changes of clothes differ drastically from the 22nd century Cal's. Now that she's of more means, she's cleaner more often, though she still hates taking baths, and like a child, she prefers no clothes at all to stuffy dresses. Her years spent living alone in a dead city shifted her wardrobe from 11th century to that of a homeless ballet dancer. Often found in nothing more than a crop top and a pair of stretchy shorts, her nudist ways are curbed by Cal, who at least bothers to throw a light dress on top if she's to be seen out in public. Given that, when she goes out, she wears her favorite white dress, various technicolor undergarments that might show through, given the day of the week, and Spandex shorts.
Don't mention shoes, because Rose doesn't wear them.
Rose also has an uncanny fascination with bangles, and she collects them from all the places she's found them. She's never without two or three on each ankle and a couple on one arm or the other.[/font]
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BirthPlace Bannow Island, Ireland RelationshipStatus Unmarried
Born to a poor, rather adulterous mother and an equally poor and desperate father, Rose didn't have much to look forward to at birth. The fairy tales her mother told the impudent, lazy child did nothing to rein in her dreams, and she spent entirely too much time off playing with sticks and rocks when she should have been working. Life at home was dull; young Rose, born Rowen, looked for fairies as though they were the gateway to escape her all-too-dull life.
When she was nine years old, turmoil among the foremost powers of the kingdom turned bloody when the king died and every contender turned against the other for a chance at a bit more power. In theory, the feuds of powerful warlords had nothing to do with her, but fate proved that assumption wrong when little over a year later a so-called sorceress, hired at the behest of a nearby family to bring plagues on the other contenders, captured three local children for use in a hocus-pocus spell. The woman made up a few rituals to perform on the children, carved some rune-like lines into their arms, and left them out for the wolves. The family paid her well.
Unfortunately, those runes on Rose's arm summoned something that was never meant to be there. It was a freak fluke; it was the impossible coincidence. Five years before the first tithe was meant to arrive in the city, Rose, a girl not even properly tithed, found herself bruised, bloody, and utterly alone in an abandoned city.
Somehow, she managed to survive. She nearly died close to six times within the first few months, but thanks to the abundance within the temples, Rose was able to eke out a living for herself stealing fruit from Virgo's temple and water from Aquarius's. Though her story was entirely ridiculous, she managed to keep trekking on, to keep surviving, and eventually, someone showed up.
Even though it had been five years since she'd seen another human being, she greeted him with a grin. And then she declared herself his sovereign and went back to playing with rocks.
Cal got confused, kicked some sand at her, and then, over the course of the next year, they became the best of friends ever to meet one another in the endless expanse of desert surrounding them. Other people began to show up, and Rose still declared herself their queen, but Rose and Cal remained inseparable after the first few days of trying to tear out one another's guts.[/font]
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